Putrefaction Poems - Poems about Putrefaction

...bubbling blackening putrefaction completing the first stage decomposition of prime elements gray matter decay decay of prime matter what matters is that you save nothin......Read the rest...

... Written: March 05, 2024 For Edward Ebeh Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, Hermes, during historical eras of reign, Greek literature thrived—minds free of s......Read the rest...

...An inferno of thoughts and chaos No one sees that the smile does not reach the eyes A fortress built by betrayal When the words are pronounced, the......Read the rest...

...Arrogance rests on the spectrum of ignorance Somewhat camouflaged by its superior air, I surmise one requires huge gulps of intolerance To maintain equilibrium teetering there. “Pride......Read the rest...

...When I demise, If I succumb... I crave you to bury me along with my poetry... Not for them to suffer the putrefaction of the flesh... No, but to remind me that in some dimension, I'm alive.........Read the rest...

...I have always lived in this house. Yet, these floors I don’t seem to remember. From parlour to pantry there were once rugs from Persia and Minton tiles of cherry in the halls. Now the boards are ......Read the rest...

...overprotective like ink in a scar tissue you said I'm stuck in a bad version of a life and gave me your life mask as a present now I have an owl in my iris you've cloak me in aluminum foil ......Read the rest...

...My soul cries for Nature and natural things To blend with my spirit as one And circle this globe on powerful wings Oh, show me all that Creation has made I have been hidden where putrefaction c......Read the rest...

...THE WILD GOOSE CHASE* I accidentally let one loose did you see that thing vamoose? It gave me the slip, did you see? Now that thing is awfully free. I walk on pins and needles, friend. Tryi......Read the rest...

...In my mind somber sorties unfold When morbid movements scar a hundredfold. Normalcy dead, transparency scared Empathy bearded, intransigence endeared. In my mind sordid scenes grow cold When ......Read the rest...

...When I read that we are all sculpted upon his image the first imprint appeared in front of my cognition is that one of the parts sliding down the conveyor belt just like at Fiat's little piec......Read the rest...

...The rest of us caught here in the web of a foreign arachnid We prop up his appendages and force feed his proboscis Those of us blinded here by his pure dark whiteness Grope and slas......Read the rest...

...What good is my being when I cant be myself. The only thing i am good at I cant deliver rap. A virus shredded my skin and dwelled deep within. And all am doing is rotting on my remains. My th......Read the rest...

...A crying drunk and tears on my sleeves A bleeding ......Read the rest...

...Swimming in mire of memory, Searching the fish of forgetfulness, Those are not the good days; Nervous eyes will get attacked, Leaving residue of a small heart, Beat the soft cheeks like egg; ......Read the rest...